User blog comment:Bluestripe the Wild/Rise of the Mercenaries Reboot/@comment-3135907-20150115062546/@comment-2246928-20150127165805

Zager's ear flicked. The fox's strange blue eyes clicked open, and his paw tighetened around the unsheathed dusagge still in his lap. The mercenary had learned long ago that light sleep was the best way to ensure that you'd wake up the next day without a dagger between your ribs, and he had taken that lesson long to heart. Nothing moved but his eyes as he scanned the dark campground, tense and waiting, his back still up against the tree.